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Friday, November 23, 2012

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Prologue

Amy Peale smiled as she looked down at
invitation. The first thought that popped into her mind was, "About damn
time."

It was a little sad that she was so
excited over it - reality shows were an easy way to re-establish fame, to get
people to remember you, but she had really been hoping to land one of the roles
she'd been auditioning for. Back when she'd been on The Afterlife of Astrid
Appleby, she'd always thought it was ridiculous that reality show contestants
were considered popular, some even more than her. Sure, she was just the
sidekick, but she was still one of the main characters on one of the more
popular kids' shows on their channel, not some ordinary slob whose only talent
was being able to force themselves to eat insects without throwing up or
something.

But the truth was, she hadn't gotten cast
in anything for years now, and, at 22, she knew she needed to do something soon
to get herself back in the spotlight, while she still had a few years of being
young enough to land jobs as something other than a mother left. This could be
the perfect solution. And if she could win, it would be even better. She'd be
sure to make the talk show rounds then, which would really get her face out
there. That was all she really needed, she was sure, to remind people she was
still there. And the prize would be nice, too.

She looked back down at the invitation,
trying to remember what the prize was. In fact, it didn't mention one, but she
was sure there had to be one. That was why people watched these things, wasn't
it? She was still getting by all right, largely because her parents had taken
care of her money from the show for her until just the year before, but she
wouldn't mind winning a bit more cash. Really, it was the publicity she'd get
just for winning that was important, but she wasn't going to say no to a little
spending money.

She glanced up at the top of the
invitation, a little surprised again to see it referred to her by her real
name, and not Destiny Starr, the stage name she'd chosen for Afterlife. She'd
stuck by it for the other little roles she'd gotten after that, but now, ten
years after picking it, she couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed by it.
She still used it at auditions, since that was what people might recognize her
as, but maybe this show would be her chance to finally break free of it. Then
again, she couldn't say she liked her real name much more. And, just like at
auditions, she worried people wouldn't realize who she was without that name in
the credits. She'd have to think on it a little more, she decided, then talk to
the producers about which one they'd use on the show.

Thinking of that, she flipped the
invitation over, then looked at the envelope it had come in, but there was no
information on who, exactly, was making this show. No producers, not even a
production company. It was signed simply by "the game master". She
rolled her eyes a little at it. It seemed a little unprofessional, but maybe
that was how they did things on reality shows.

"Ugh... What am I getting myself
into?" she asked out loud, wrinkling her nose. But the idea of not
accepting never crossed her mind. It might not be ideal, but this was her
ticket back into the spotlight, and she was going to do whatever it took to
make sure it was a one way trip.

Arrival

The road was growing darker by the minute as
the sun sank into the sea. Destiny cursed loudly as she passed the road whose
name sounded familiar, looking down at the seat beside her at the directions
from her invitation. She scanned through them, looking for where she was now.
She felt a bump as her car started to go off the road from her inattention, and
quickly jerked the wheel the other way with another profanity. Her mood only
got worse as she saw that, sure enough, she should have taken the road. She
gave a loud grunt of exasperation, slamming her hand against the steering
wheel. Had one of her feet not been on the gas pedal, she'd have stomped it,
too. She hated driving - she'd never paid much attention as she'd been taught
it. Afterlife had wrapped just a year or so before she'd been old enough to get
her learner's permit, so she'd still been waiting for the call about her next
series, and assumed she'd just have people to drive her around wherever she
needed.

As she looked back
up at the road, she saw she was more than half in the opposite lane, and
corrected herself. She stared ahead, looking for a driveway or somewhere she
could turn around, but there was just a big stretch of nothing, so, finally,
she just did it in the middle of the road, glad she apparently had it to
herself. Why did this place need to be so far out of the way? She was starting
to worry there was something wrong, that she was about to walk into a snuff
film or something.

Her GPS failed to
alert her the second time she approached the road, either, though she was ready
for it and did it on her own. "Stupid piece of junk!" she growled,
grabbing the contraption from its mount and throwing it into her floorboards in
a fit of anger. It was possible she just hadn't programmed it right - she'd
only just bought it that morning, specifically for the trip, and had been too
impatient to read the directions - but she'd rather assume it was the machine's
fault. Luckily, she was almost there now, and the final bit of directions was
easy enough.

All her fears
melted away as she saw the house, expelled in a single, wide-eyed,
"Wow." She double-checked the address, just to make sure, nearly
running into another car in the process. The place was huge! It was the kind of
place she'd always imagined herself ending up in, back when she'd first started
acting. Obviously, whoever was making this show had a decent budget, which made
her feel much more excited to find out just what the final reward would be for
winning this thing.

She got a little
disappointed again when nobody came to carry her luggage for her, and stood at
her car for a minute or two, debating whether she should go in and see if there
was anybody there, or just do it herself. Eventually, she settled on taking one
suitcase, a decision that seemed wise once she'd lugged it all the way to the
front door. She hadn't thought she'd packed that much, but that was before
she'd had to carry it all that way. She plopped it down in the entryway with a
relieved sigh, looking around, pleased, at the interior.

She wasn't sure
how they were doing rooms yet - if they were assigned, or if she had to share,
or what - so she left her suitcase there and followed the sound of voices to
the living room. Four women sat there already, leaving one open seat for her.
"Hi!" she exclaimed cheerfully as she walked slowly over to it.
"Oh, I hope I'm not late!" She didn't mind making an entrance, but it
did irk her slightly to lose out on her choice of where to sit, especially
since the most comfortable looking seats had already been taken, leaving her
with an uncomfortable wooden chair, elegant but hardly her first choice.

She glanced
around at the other women, trying to figure out what she'd seen them on before,
hoping to judge how likely they were to have a bigger fan base than her, but
none of them looked familiar, with the possible exception of the short chick
with the dikey haircut… she seemed kind of familiar—Destiny had thought she’d
seen her on a talk-show or something a while ago—Margot something? Had they
lumped her in with a bunch of unknowns? That might better her chances, but it
bruised her ego nonetheless, as she was sure she deserved much more famous
co-stars than whoever these nobodies were. Worse still, two of them looked like
they were probably old enough to have considered themselves to mature to watch
Afterlife when they were kids, which meant that, even if they weren't famous,
they'd be less likely to be intimidated, or even just impressed, by her
presence. She could feel a pout starting to form before she made herself smile
instead, doing her best to seem chipper and enthusiastic.

She had barely
seated herself when the doors at the far end of the room swung open. The man
who entered was immaculately dressed, his suit the finest most of the women had
ever seen. He had a laidback swagger, a cocky smirk, and sunglasses indoors
after sunset. It was almost as though he was daring them to smirk and call him
the very embodiment of a sleazy Hollywood producer—yet somehow, he managed to
pull it off.

“Ladies,” he
greeted warmly, “thank you so much for being here this evening and thanks for
accepting the invitation to my humble home. I am your host, and I’ve been known
by many names in my time. For the purposes of our program, you may address me
as The Game master, or simply Master for short.”

There were
assorted snorts, especially from the woman with the short hair. But he pressed
on. “I’m sure you’re all wondering what
it’s all about—but just in case everyone hasn’t met yet, I’d like to go around
the room and introduce our players.

“First of all—I’m
sure some of you may recognize Ms. Amy Peale… Though I’m sure you know her
better as Destiny Star, star of some silly piece of kiddy crap or another…”

“Hey!” Destiny
Snapped. It was true of course, but hardly polite, especially five minutes
after she’d arrived.

But he continued
undaunted. “Of course we’re also joined by Margret Stern, author, activist, and
all around kill-joy who would be sort of sexy if she just grew her bangs out a
little…”

Margret said
nothing; content instead to shoot him a cool stare. The Master continued
undeterred. “Next we have with us Brittany Phillips, 23, a daycare worker who
says she came here to quote: ‘get away from awful children and their stinky
diapers.’ Oh Brittany,” he chuckled to himself, “If only you knew how funny
that statement truly is.

“Next on the
chopping block is Alice Lipton: CEO for McSegual Medical supplies and contacts
INC, and recently indicted on land fraud charges.”

Alice scowled at
him. “I’ll have you know that matter is currently on appeal, sir!”

“Oh, duly noted,”
he grinned. He came to rest in front of the last contestant. A slight, young
blond girl, she looked nervous in a way that wasn’t entirely related to
appearing on network TV. “Now this is interesting,” he said slowly, watching
her with a strange smile. Even behind the dark glasses, the girl could feel his
gaze on her, inspecting her every atom like he had x-ray vision. She looked to
the floor, but her tucked a finger under her chin, tilting her head back so she
met his gaze. “On our lists, it says we have one Jessica Smith joining our
little competition…” He said with a slow smile. “But you aren’t her, are you?”

“Wh-what are you
talking about?” the girl said unconvincingly.

“Oh, you look
like her…” he said, bending down close to her. “But Jessica’s a naughty little
girl, isn’t she?”

“Well,” the girl
swallowed, “that is, I guess it’s up to interpretation…”

“Oh no, my dear,”
The Master said, bending down close to her. “You see, I know a naughty girl
when I see one. A bad girl wears her naughtiness around her like a perfume. I’m
defiantly not getting any of that scent off you, little one. The fragrance I’m
getting off of you is…” he sniffed the air deliberately and smiled hungrily.
“Innocence.” He straightened, seeming to tower over her. “So tell me: who are you?”

The girl sighed.
“My Name is Lucy Smith… Jessica’s my twin sister.”

“Dear Lucy,” the
Master said with a chuckle, “I did my homework on you-- you’re a sweet and
innocent girl—what would make you come to a place like this… and by such shady
means?”

Lucy shook nervously in her seat, looking across at the
other contestants. "I... well it was... to... to protect her. Fame
would go to her head, and I know she wouldn't be able to take it... I...”
Lucy’s face gradually grew more and more red as she spoke, embarrassed at
how quickly she had been found out. "I just wanted her to be safe."
Lucy then stared at the floor, before finally looking up, on the brink of
tears. "Are you going to kick me out for lying?"

“Oh Lucy!” the
Master laughed when she finished her story. “I’d like to tell you I’ll go easy
on you dear, except… I sssssooooooo rarely get my hands on an actual, genuine
innocent…”

“Um, Excuse me?”
Destiny was growing weary of all this. “But-- what kind of show is this,
anyway?”

“Hmmm…
interesting question,” he said in that damn, infuriatingly smug voice of his. “Let’s
say it’s a test of your metal—a chance to see who you really are on the inside
via a series of challenges, both physical and… well, I’d hate to spoil the
surprise. To… separate the women from the little girls, so to speak.

“This show is
about finding out who you really are—getting to the real character beneath the
surface—and showing it to the entire …”

“How come I’d
never heard of this shoe before now?” Destiny interrupted, playing the role of
the showbiz insider.

Destiny knew this
was her chance—this was exactly the kind of crap people loved on these kind of
shows… Drama, tension, big, larger than life personalities. This was her chance
to establish herself as a sassy bad girl… And the world loves a bad girl, she
thought.

“I’m sorry, but
this is really unprofessional. Why wasn’t this information made available
before the show? This is so disorganized—do YOU even know what you’re doing
here?”

He never lost his
cool, his smile never wavered. He was utterly confident in something.

“You’re asking me
for a demonstration?”

Destiny rolled
her eyes, really getting into character now. “Is it really so much to ask? I
mean, I was nice enough to come out her for your little show, and there wasn’t
even anyone to take my bags at the front door! I think I’m entitled to…”

She was startled
by the sensation of something coiling around her torso and slipping beneath her
underarms like a large invisible snake. It was an even bigger shock, however,
as she glanced downward, and suddenly saw that she was now hovering over her
chair. "What the-?!" she gasped, flailing as she rose higher up,
feeling the tiniest spurt of urine escape her at the shock, soaking into her
panties before she could stop it. She'd been flown a few different times for
Afterlife, but this was something different. There was no uncomfortable
harness, no wires holding her up - she was simply floating, like some invisible
hand had lifted her up and was holding her there.

The other women
watched in amazement, unable to believe what they were seeing. This had to be a
stunt of some kind, didn’t it? Each one found herself checking for wires.

Destiny simply
floated there for a moment, suspended in air, arms and legs flailing. The
Master never moved from the front of the room, never moved a muscle or broke a
sweat. If he was responsible for this unbelievable turn of events, there was no
indication on his serene face. “O-o-OK, Mister Master, sir,” she said, utterly
failing to keep the tremble form her voice. “I’ve learned my lesson… you can
let me down now!”

There was some
type of movement below her, and for a second she thought he was going to let
her down. Then she heard the crowd gasp. To her slowly dawning horror, she felt
a sudden chill below her waist. Her heart stopped for a moment as she gaped
down at herself, her bare crotch visible for any of those other women to see -
not to mention all the viewers at home. Her hands shot down to cover it, her
cheeks burning bright red.

“Woah!” she
shrieked, suddenly pitching forward, sure she was going to fall flat on her
face.

But whatever was
holding her up had hadn’t let her go; it was simply rotating her in the air
slowly, angling her head down and her bare bottom up, until her adorably plump
backside was jutting upward invitingly in the air behind her.

“You can’t do
this!” she bellowed self importantly. “I--I’ll sue! Yeah! I’m gonna—AAHH!” she
cried, her eyes sprang even wider open and she let out a surprised cry as
something smacked, hard, against her bare bottom, causing a gasp to ripple
through the room.

"What's
happening?!" she wailed, just in time for another smack across her
backside, making her buns quiver.

“Naughty girls
are like bottles of ketchup,” said the master sagely, watching Destiny kick and
squeal as another loud swat landed on her backside, “sometimes you need to
smack them on the bottom before they come out right.”

Destiny let out another yelp as another
loud swat popped against her wriggling rump. "Stop it!" As if in
defiance, it came again, and again, faster and faster. And, just like one of
the strikes, the humiliating realization hit her out of the blue - she was in
the middle of receiving a spanking, like some naughty little brat.
"No!" She tried to shield herself with her hands, but that did no
good. If anything, it only made it come harder, and faster.

"Stoooop!"
she screamed, helplessly kicking her feet and thrashing out with her arms,
throwing a mid-air temper tantrum as tears began to shine in her eyes.
"You can't do this to me!" But clearly, whoever was doing it could,
because it kept going, alternating cheeks at first, then going for both at once
in a sudden barrage that felt like a whole team of people were spanking her at
the same time. They began moving further downward, to the tops of her thighs, while
also being sure to go back over the area they'd already covered.

Destiny punched
helplessly at the air and pumped her legs furiously behind her, making her scalding
derriere jiggle. Her entire backside felt like it was on fire, and she had no
doubt that it was bright red by now. She hadn't even noticed that the protests
she kept trying to blurt out had long since been rendered unintelligible by her
crying. She was sure her make-up had to be ruined by now, by all the tears that
were streaming down her face, but that was the least of her worries. First and
foremost was - when will it end?

And, finally,
blessedly, it did. Just as suddenly as it had began, it stopped, and she felt
herself being lowered, blubbering, back to her seat, though there was one final
smack on the rump just before it was settled back onto the chair. She really
wished she'd been able to choose a softer chair now, as the hard, wooden seat
only made her swollen, blazing bottom hurt more. She could feel all eyes on her
as she fumbled with her panties and shorts, pulling them back up, wishing for
once that she wasn't the center of attention. Luckily, she wasn't waiting for
long.

“Well, this is just typical.”
Margret’s voice was clear and crisp in the room, which was silent but for
Destiny’s choked sobs. “Another testosterone addled bully who thinks he can cow
and control us with physical violence!”

“Baby,
maybe you didn’t notice, but I didn’t lift a finger,” The Master said smoothly.
“I didn’t even move from this spot.”

She rolled
her eyes. “You know what I mean. You have no right to paddle Destiny’s fat
butt—even if she is a decadent slut and a patriarchal stooge within the
entertainment industry.” Destiny glared at her, tears still streaking her face
as she shifted uncomfortably on her hard seat. “You’re a bully and a
coward and we aren’t going to stand for it!”

The other
contestants looked down at the floor and pretended they weren’t listening.
After what happened to Destiny, there was no way anyone was taking any chances
by throwing in with this goofball.

“Very well,
Margret,” The Master said with a smile, “perhaps you’d like to come up to the
front of the room and tell everyone your grievances?”

“Gladly,”
she said, rising from her seat. The Game Master stepped aside and watched with
a grin.

Still
sniffling and squirming on her chair, Destiny found it hard not to feel
vulnerable as this woman had called further attention to her own humiliating
plight. So she couldn't help feeling a twinge of satisfaction as she was called
forward, sure she was about to endure something just as mortifying.

Margret
stood before the audience, feeling a slight trill at having so effectively
stolen the spotlight from the So-Called Master. Clearing her throat, she began
to speak. “I know you all think shows like this are just harmless
entertainment, but they do real damage to our society in general and the
advancement of women in particular…”

God,
thought Destiny, this bitch is just asking for it.

“By putting
us up on display wike dis, we awre weduced to the wevel of childwen.” Margret
stopped and touched her throat. What the hell was that? She could see the word
clearly, but suddenly she was lisping like a child. Now her fellow contestants
were paying attention, each one watching her out of some morbid fascination. Clearing
her throat, she pressed on.

"Male
dominated social constwucts ultimately wead to dese fawcical
ciwcumstances..." Margret stopped, dumbstruck; her previously confident
and domineering voice now sounded like a lispy parody of Shirley Temple on the
verge of a tantrum. A humiliating blush rose to Margret's haughtily
aristocratic cheeks. Being a control freak, Margret was completely unaccustomed
to the situation. Around her, her fellow contestants were tittering, and
Margret could only shift and squirm.

“I—um—dat
is…” she cringed when she heard them chuckling at her. It was a strange, awful
feeling. Like a drunk, knowing exactly what needed to be said but unable to
form the words without slurring, Margret knew exactly what she wanted to say
but couldn’t say it without sounding like the shy little girl she’d spent her
whole life trying not to be.

“It’s like
one of those dreams, isn’t it Margret?” the Master said smoothly. “You show up
late for an important test… but then you realize you didn’t put any clothes
on…”

She
wondered briefly what the hell he was talking about when she felt a chill. The
other contestants were watching her and tittering in amazement. Hesitantly, she
looked down at herself, squealing when she suddenly realized her butch business
clothes had vanished and she was as naked as a newborn baby. She let out a
shrill shriek that was reminiscent of bimbos she mocked and hated.

There was a
strange tingling sensation in her scalp, followed by a growing weight around
her skull. She could feel something tickle her ears and the back of her neck.
She reached up quickly and felt something soft and glossy hanging there.
Catching sight of herself in a nearby mirror, Margret was stunned and mortified
to see that her trademark little boy crop was growing into a shimmering mane of
big, puffy bouffant banana curls in the most trashy shade of platinum blonde.
"How-- why did oo do dis?' Margret stammered feeling further shame over
her squeaky little voice
"You don't like it?" The Master replied
sardonically. "That short ‘do was holding you back you’re such a pretty
little thing and it suits your new voice so much better. You would make someone
a wonderful housewife with some further changes your vegan diet and fitness
obsession has left you skinny and androgynous—why, your body’s as flat and
boyish as your silly old haircut".
She felt the tingle spreading below and a
strange pressure inside her. A tightness appeared in her chest. She looked
down, realizing that her breasts were beginning to swell. She forced herself to
look over into the mirror. She let out a squeal when she saw that her breasts
had ballooned into the b-cup range and heading for c territory quickly. She
made a series of horrified squeaks as she watched her six pack disappear, her
tummy becoming soft and just a little flabby, critically wounding Margret's ego
and self image as her pride and joy six pack abs were replaced by a cute, pudgy
pot belly. The tingling pressure descended even further, and Margret let out a
horrified squeal when she saw her hips surge outwards. She turned to the side
and watched, slack jawed, as her flat, bony rump began to inflate, each cheek
quickly swelling to the size of half a basket ball and beyond, with no end in
sight.

Margret's
mouth gaped open in a perfect impersonation of a vacant mallrat bimbo as she
saw in the mirror her hips widen her buttocks swell to a fatness where you
could she them from the front.
She now had a derriere which made Kim Kardashian look
anorexic, perfectly proportional to her new breasts, so big and beautiful
they’d make a porn star weep. Margret, unbalanced from the changes and
unaccustomed to the new weight both in front of and behind her, lost her
balance and fell cutely on to her over-cushioned rump. Tears were flowing down
her face-- she hadn't cried in years, but that didn’t stop her from bawling
like a little girl. Not even the knowledge that there were potentially millions
of people watching her transformation into the living embodiment of the
repressive feminine ideal, but also bawling about it like a little girl who
just lost her ice cream.
"It's not fair..." Margret wailed like a
spoiled preschool Princess having a moronic hissy fit.
"Margret whatever’s the matter? Your childbearing hips and fleshy curves
are the height of fashion, Christina Hendricks, Kim Kardashian and Coco are the
biggest stars on television!" The Master interjected evenly.

"I
fucking hate dose twaitors to feminism!" The foul strident language was
delightfully incongruous to the cute babyish voice.
"Oh presumably you’re worried those old, manly
clothes won't fit and i agree that would be unfair if I hadn't bought you an
even more expensive wardrobe of extravagant little girl frocks" The Master
spoke with mocking kindness.

Climbing to her feet, Margret heard a loud rustle. Turning toward the mirror,
she nearly fainted when she discovered she was wearing an ultra short, ultra
full, chiffon party frock in a pale pink , the tight puffed out sleeves pinch
hard on her pudgy baby fat arms. Its shortness was increased by a mass of
outdated net petticoats, displaying a round, jiggley rump that was made even
more comically oversized than before due to the presence of an ultra-thick
adult diaper and nearly transparent ruffled rhumba panties.

On her head
sat a jeweled tiara, the epitome of the decadent, aristocratic excess she long
ago rejected. On her feet where ostentatious mink trimmed boots, a terrible
insult to Margret's animal rights activism.

"Well,
that was a very good attempt to enlighten your sisters and put us men in our
place, but you have to go sit back down with your BIG sisters dearest
Maggie" The Master said patronizingly with a playful swat of her jiggly
backside for emphasis. Margret looked at him with pure hatred, but with her new
look frankly that just made look cute as a button. She was seething with rage
but reasoned she needed a retreat to collect her thoughts and think of a plan;
ideally a plan that ended up the so called 'master' strapped to a rubber
sheeted gurney going to the feminist activist infiltrated hospitable she work
with for orchiectomy. Margret's ego and hatred of men was so strong a glimmer
of confidence and a desire to fight was returning.

Destiny watched
Margret slink back to her chair, gleeful. It was just what that bitch deserved,
she thought to herself, glancing back up to get a glimpse of the girl toddling
back to her seat. But her face began to fall as she realized the implications
of what had just happened. Sure, Margret had deserved it, but if it could
happen to her, it could happen to anyone. And Destiny knew that what this Game
Master, whoever or whatever he was, was doing wasn't just some trick. Believe
it or not - and she wouldn't have, without her firsthand experience - he was a
wizard of some kind, and if he wanted, he could turn every one of them into
overgrown toddlers at his whim.

Suddenly,
Margret's punishment seemed a little less funny.

When Margret had returned to her
seat, the Master once again addressed the contestants.

“And now-- unless anyone else has any statements to make?” He looked
around with a smirk as the women averted they’re eyes, none of them wanting to
wind up on the receiving end of another one of his demonstrations. “I think
it’s time we moved on to the first challenge.”

At once the doors behind them flew open, making more than one contestant
jump in her seat. The tension was unbearable as they watched an impossibly
attractive woman in a lurid and sexy French maid’s uniform entered holding
aloft a silver platter. Perched atop its polished surface were five
immaculately crafted sherry glasses, which the maid distributed amongst the
contestants, smiling placidly as they accepted them. The glasses were filled
with a green solution, thick, creamy and almost syrupy. The contestants looked
at it with reluctant expressions—even without knowing what it was, none of them
wanted to drink it.

“Ladies,” the master began theatrically, a devilish smile playing at his
lips. “May I present, guaranteed to unblock the most stubborn clogs and loosen
up even the tightest asses among you: Formula 666—the world’s most powerful
laxative.”There was a stunned, disbelieving
silence. The women examined the cloudy solution with wrinkled noses, shuddering
at the implications.

Alice was first to speak. “Surely you don’t mean for us to…”

“That’s right ladies—down the hatch! The last to ‘go’ is declared winner
and get’s a prize—anything she can imagine!”

“What about the loser?” Brittany asked quietly, voice full of dread.

“The first to fill her pants becomes incontinent. Permanently…”

There was dead silence and palatable fear in the air. Each woman shifted
uncomfortably in her seat.

“…Unless,” he continued, “She wins a future competition and wishes
herself back to normal.”

“What if we wefuse?” Margret asked in her adorable lisp.

“Then you’re out of the contest. I’m sure your friends in the women’s
movement will take you back the way you are now,” he grinned, knowing it wasn’t
true. “Heck, I may even make you incontinent before you leave, anyway, just for
the fun of it!”

Smiling, he crossed his arms. “I’m waiting, ladies…”

Her throbbing backside kept Destiny silent, though she'd have liked
nothing better than to scream, "Are you kidding?!" when she heard the
challenge. He couldn't possibly be serious! But there he was, passing out those
stupid tiny glasses of whatever. Her hand shook a little as she took it, eyes
darting around the room to the other girls. Were they going to do it? Surely
they had to see how insane this was, how ridiculous and juvenile.

She considered not drinking it, just giving up her spot now and getting
out of there while she still could, but she could feel her resolve grow as the
countdown began. She'd already endured a spanking, after all - did she really
want that to be for nothing? Besides, he couldn't really expect them to poop
their pants! She had a feeling this was a bluff of some kind. It had to be!

Lucy looked around at each of the girls in turn, horrified by what
she had just witnessed. This man, this master, whoever, whatever he was, could
do some amazing things. Things she wanted no part of. But she couldn't
leave. That wasn't fair to the others, and it would more than likely lead
to something horrible happening to her too. A smell of innocence,
that's what the master had said... so, maybe these girls weren't innocent?
Were they criminals maybe? Lucy shook her head, chasing away the thoughts and
slowly raised the glass to her lips. If this is what my sister would have
had to do, then I better do it too.

Maggie heard The Master issue the challenge and it was so surreal
it almost didn’t register. Before her recent demotion to toddlerhood, the
fearless Ms Stern would have tried to lead her sisters in a solid refusal to
comply with the orders; but in her new wardrobe the only thing she was fit to
lead was a stuffed animal tea party. She didn't want to take the laxative
but as the others contestants grimly consumed it she knew she could not afford
to be singled out after her recent crushing humiliation. Reluctantly, she
raised the glass to her lips and downed the thick, putrid liquid; she began to
tremble, feeling real fear for the first time in a long time. She
felt her remaining hubris and self respect drain from her as she took the
laxative and emptied the glass.

Brittany swallowed back the thick, creamy liquid, gagging at the taste.
To her dismay, she noticed the thick, gooey concoction was sticking to her
tongue. “Bllek! That stuff tastes awful,” she whined, smacking her lips
together and lashing her tongue against the roof of her mouth to try and
expunge it’s horrible flavor from her mouth.

Destiny realized as she felt her insides churning, that it wasn’t a
bluff. She looked around at the other contestants, looking for a sign that they
were in just as much, if not more, distress than her, but if they were, they
seemed to be hiding it better, probably because they didn't have a freshly-tanned
bottom making them feel especially helpless.

Lucy drained the glass, grimacing at the taste of the strange
concoction. Nothing to do now but wait I suppose, Lucy thought to herself,
watching the others drain and lower their glasses one by one. If these
were laxatives, like the master had said, then surely he'd provide restroom
facilities for the guests... surely?

'Oh, God,' Destiny whimpered to herself, wrapping her arms around her
churning stomach. 'Don't let me be the first one!' If he had really given them
laxatives, and had really spanked her and baby-fied Margret, she had no doubt
he would make the loser incontinent. She looked frantically over at Margret,
and the bulging diaper between her legs. She couldn't wear one of those! She'd
never get an acting job if she had to wear big, baggy clothes all the time to
try to hide that!

Brittany forced herself to sit ramrod straight in her seat, sweating and
clenching her cheeks, her buttocks gripping each other as tightly as a drowning
man clutching a life-preserver. She thought about every disgusting dirty diaper
she had ever changed. The idea that she might someday be the one with the big,
gooey load in the seat of her pants had never occurred to her. Things like this
weren’t supposed to happen to girls who were as pretty as her. She imagined how
it would feel with a big, stinky pile in her pants… With a grunt, she redoubled
her efforts to stay clean.

Lucy's stomach gurgled disdainfully as she felt the green liquid
make its way through her system. Bending forward, she grasped at her
stomach, a sharp pain rushing through her tummy. "Excuse me... umm Master,
sir. Umm... where would the facilities be located,
please?" Always be polite, that's what her mother had taught her, and
even if he was rude in return, at least she had asked.

“The facilities are off limits until the end of the contest, Ms. Smith,”
the master explained with a smile.

Lucy went pale. “You mean…?”

“Potties are for winners, dear,” he smiled, delighting as Lucy turned
white and crossed her legs.

Margret clenched her buns and shifted in her seat, the thick diaper
shifting beneath her. The Master’s threat to make the loser diaper dependent
for life didn't sound plausible-- but nothing that had happened so far could be
deemed plausible. Hell, she thought, an hour ago I wouldn’t have thought it
“plausible” that I’d be sitting here dressed up like an oversized Betsy Wetsy
doll, but…

The room went silent but for the
occasional gasp, grunt or moan, and the almost constant shifting of legs.
Suddenly, there emerged an enormously noisy fart, louder than a whoopee cushion
blasted into a megaphone. There was a gasp, and all eyes turned to adorable
Lucy, who sat blushing.

“’Scuse me,” she whispered, drawing chuckles from her fellow
contestants.

The master came to her side. “Lucy…” he asked sternly, “did you have an
accident?”

She shook her head stiffly, but the Master simply pulled her forward in
her seat a bit, reached behind her and pulled out the waistband of her pants.
She realized with a blush that he was checking her panties like she was a
toddler with a loaded diaper!

“Nope, still clean,” he chuckled, letting the waistband snap back across
Lucy’s buns and making her yelp.

Maggie had strong digestive system as a vegan health nut and hoped she
could hold strong but a queasy churning started swiftly and she began to sweat
and shift in her seat from one position to another as her ridiculous crinolines
swished and swayed nosily.

Brittany was grunting softly to herself, her hair matted to her face
with sweat. She knew she couldn’t hold out much longer—but she couldn’t poop
her pants; she just couldn’t! She hadn’t yet considered the possibility that
she could wind up incontinent… but with an impending mess ready to explode into
the seat of her pants, she was now forced to confront grim reality. With
mounting horror, she thought about having to go through life like one of the
kids she took care off. As disgusting as the thought of having “accidents” in
her pants was,it was nowhere near as
frightening to her as the thought of being out of control… of being so helpless
she literally couldn’t even keep her pants clean.

She felt a sharp cramp followed by a noisy gurgle from her stomach. She
squealed and shot up out of her seat, legs crossed tightly. She reached behind
herself and clutched her backside, hopping from foot to foot in a desperate
potty dance, squeezing her cheeks together with all her might. “Oh god,” She
moaned desperately.

Brittany’s expression went blank… a massive, mushy farting noise came
from the seat of her shorts drawing looks from the other contestants. Brittany
gasped, feeling a slick wetness between her cheeks. She knew all was lost—that
it was mere prelude to what was coming next. Sill she fought, grunting and
clenching her cheeks as tightly as they’d go. She could feel the others
watching her like buzzards, just waiting for her to go first so they could end
their own torment.

She redoubled her efforts, putting everything she had into one last
mighty clench of her buns. If she could just hold out a tad longer…. She
strained and moaned and grunted: ‘Uh! Ah! Oh! Ee!”

There was a noisy, gaseous explosion—Brittany screeched as she began to
mess herself uncontrollably, the poopy load surging wetly into the back of her
pants with a noisy bubbling fart. She grunted, another bowel spasm pushing out
further mushy mess into her pants.

“Oh my god!” she moaned, barely
restraining the urge to retch as she felt the load squish into the seat of her
pants. She could feel it there, all hot and gooey and mushy… It plastered her
cheeks and filled her crack. Worse, the stench was incredible, enveloping her
in the wretched, poopy smell she knew and hated so much. “Eeewww!” she cried,
her hands flapping uselessly in front of her like wounded birds.

“But it’s not fair!” Brittany whined, stomping a foot in frustration.
“This can’t happen to me! I…” There was another gurgle, another sharp cramp in
her stomach, and a sickening fullness in her rump. “Oh no!” she cried, moments
before she doubled over, eliciting another nasty, mushy load with a sizable
fart. The weight in her underwear doubled, and Brittany broke down into
defeated sobs.

Destiny groaned as a cramp hit her, doubling her over. The end was
already quite near, she could tell. She watched the other girls, who were
starting to show signs of distress, but, she thought, not nearly as much as she
was. Tears started to well up in her eyes again at the unfairness of it all.
Why had she even come here?! She should have just stayed home! She'd already
gotten spanked, and she was about to mess her pants, and...

She let out a sigh of relief as she saw the seat of Brittany's pants
expand outward, rendering her the loser. She felt a little sorry for her, but
she was glad it wasn't her, especially since it was a matter of moments before
the next cramp hit her, and she felt her body betray her, filling her already
slightly wet panties with a pile of warm mush, pushed firmly against her red
bottom by her tight shorts. She didn't want to announce what had just happened,
but she couldn't help a disgusted, "Eww!" escaping from her mouth as
her nose wrinkled. She could feel the mess squishing out of her panties and
into her shorts, which she was sure were showing the stain quite well, and were
now ruined.

Destiny felt very much like a naughty little kid. She'd been spanked,
and had an accident in her pants, and now she felt like she was about to be
pulled in front of her mother by her babysitter and forced to confess, so she
could get another spanking. Except, of course, that this was what she was
supposed to do. Without a bathroom, this was what they all had to do. She
didn't know what the Game Master's deal was, but he was obviously a very sick
person, with a lot of power. And, like it or not, she was under his control. On
TV. She had just pooped her pants on television. She couldn't help but feel a
little sick at that, but what was worse was she had no idea what else she was
going to find herself subjected to here.

It was not long until Margret’s resistance failed and she pooped her
diaper. On some level Maggie was grateful for the diaper and the limited
privacy the full but short petticoats gave. Here she was: Ms. Stern, the most
feared and vocal voice in a new wave of militant feminism having a poopy
accident in an infantile party dress on national TV. She knew her career could
never recover. She had crossed over from a role model and icon to a
contemptible punch line.

Lucy gasped, the pain moving downwards, tears forming in
her eyes. With a large gas emission, Lucy voided her bowels, messing her
panties completely. Tears flowed from her eyes, upset at having lost, certain
she had been the first one out. Slowly raising her head, Lucy looked around the
room, only to see Brittany in a much worse state.

She sighed with relief. Maybe she
wasn't the first one to lose. Standing up, she awkwardly walked towards
Brittany, the load in her pants feeling disgusting as she
moved. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she hesitantly asked, "Are you
okay?"

Brittany gave her a piteous look of fear and confusion. “I had to go….”
She finally declared quietly.

The Master howled with laughter,
a cacophony of farting and squishing erupting throughout the room, savoring the
expression as each prissy, snooty woman unloaded explosively into her panties
(or diaper in poor Maggie’s case.) They were each disgusted and humiliated… but
he also knew each one was thankful, safe in the knowledge that they were still
better off than poor Brittany.

Every eye in the room went to Alice. The tough business woman was living
up to her reputation—aside from looking slightly sweaty, disheveled, and stiff;
she gave no outward sign of her discomfort aside for the occasional shift in
her seat. She looked like she’d had to walk up a few flights of stairs or had
to run to catch a train… looking at her, you would have never guessed the
immaculately dressed beauty was struggling to contain a massive load of
explosive diarrhea.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Master smirked, “looks like we have a
winner!”

The other contestants looked on jealously, vividly aware of the big,
stinky loads in their pants.The Master
smiled at Alice. “Now, my dear,” he said, “what is your fondest wish?”

She looked up at him, sweat dribbling down her face. She was trying to
maintain her dignity, but she was shifting and squirming at an almost constant
rate now. “Potty,” she finally managed quietly, her frantic desperation
increasing by the second.

“I’m sorry, my dear, could you repeat that a little louder?” The Master
asked sadistically.

“Your wish is my command,” The Master said whimsically, snapping his
fingers. In an instant, an over sized pink plastic potty appeared in the center
of the room. All eyes were once again on the horrified Alice.

The potty looked so inviting, innocently so… but people were watching,
possibly millions. She could hear her stomach gurgle and the heavy, burning
weight in her rump was getting too intense. Sweat dripped down herneck, running down herback, sending a shiver along her spine,
forcing her to straighten momentarily. Such a mistake, the pressure off her
back causes the poor tightly clenched but failing ring of muscle to flex, just
enough for a small trickle of sticky, oozing mess to venture out against the
barrier of the cloth. Terror, cold and plain, riveted her to the spot; she
could feel the damp, hot spot, sticking to her behind, made worse by sweat and
the knowledge that many eyes watching. Alice began to tremble, holding on for
this long was certainly not good for the system, she knew.‘Then get rid of it!’ a small voice echoed in
the back of her mind, the voice of primal, uncaring human nature. ‘Just take a
shit! Who cares who sees?!’

‘I care!” Her ego cried. Clenching harder, the clock ticking, time
running out, Alice tried to decide if she had enough strength left for a run to
the bathroom. ‘I’m a strong, professional woman, they can't break me!’ The
rumbling intensified within, the walls of her bowels were rebelling against
her, her straining buns trembling, glistening with sweat... The wet, sticky gob
between them gooey between her buttocks, she was vividly aware that the main
load would feel worse so much worse. But the potty would fix that, no mess, no
terrible sticky feeling, just cool, clean relief… with millions of eyes
watching, through their TVs, through computer, iphones, in their home,
workplaces, on the subways, each with a front row seat to her humiliation.

Limping across stage, in front of the camera, the other remain
contestants and the Game Master, Alice popped the button on her beautiful
designer jeans and pull them to her ankles, kicking them off across the room.
Now standing in her underwear, a blush spread across her cheeks; she knew there
must be a stain showing at the back of her silk panties. The action of removing
her pants, compressed her stomach, increasing her urge. The potty sat before
her, innocent, sturdy and horrifying. She could barely take in her surrounding
as she carefully swung a leg over the plastic bowl. Misjudging the distance,
she fumbled while sitting-- a fatal mistake. She felt her butt cheeks spread, a
cue for her poor abuse anus to release. Time slowed; as she attempted to
reposition herself, a heavy gush squirted forth, narrowly missing the bowl of
the potty and leaking down the side. She barely notice as even this small piece
of relief was heavenly, certainly enough to overcome her embarrassment. Alice
slammed her backside down hard on the bowl, feeling the cold comfort of the
plastic against her ass, not even caring for the sticky, foul smelling mess
that had seeped the side of the chair and now smeared her left leg. Alice
settled in and simply let go.

Alice exploded. The tiny hole at her base relaxed and the pent up ooze
bubbles forth in a cacophony of gas and splattering thuds into the waterless
depths of the potty. She could feel the soft, gooey mess erupting forcefully
out and past her body to hit the plastic bowl beneath her, pooling there, with
heat creeping up and warming her poor abused bum. It was heaven-- even the
foul-smelling bursts of gas which accompanied it brought sweet relief. And it
just kept coming! Wave after wave, with cramps rising and subsiding, a small leak
of her bladder causing a gush which drenched the filth in the bowl, adding more
to the heap. As the cramps finally subsided, a stench began to rise from the
bowl. She took a deep breath, realization suddenly sinking in—‘I just took the
biggest, most explosive crap of my life—and the entire country was watching!”
Cheeks burning red, eyes thick with tears she looked up and spoke. “I'm
finished…”

The Master tossed Alice
a roll of toilet paper. Cheeks blazing bright red, she tore off a wad and reached
beneath herself to begin gingerly cleaning her delicate back passage.

“Quite the
performance,” the Master said smugly, “I’m sure the viewers at home loved it
too!”

Alice grimaced
and blushed, radiating pure hate. The last thing she needed was to be reminded
of the disgusting and degrading spectacle she’d made of herself, nor of the
potentially millions of people who had just watched it. She wanted nothing more than to punch this
jerk in his self-satisfied face.

But she knew
there would be dire consequences if she even tried, so she swallowed her rage
and continued wiping the sticky, gooey mess from her behind and stewing in her
own anger and humiliation.

Ironically, the
other contestants watched her enviously. Shifting from foot to foot, trying to acclimate
to the huge, heavy messes in their pants, they would have gladly endured
Alice’s humiliation, and then some, to have spared themselves this indignity…
especially Brittany, who was now sobbing at the thought of being incontinent.
Lucy stiffly tried to comfort her, vividly aware of the mushy mess currently
plastered over her own butt.

“Well ladies, all
in all a very successful evening, wouldn’t you say?”

The contestants
moaned or grunted in response, each one too busy wallowing in her own misery to
muster up an answer. Alice had finished cleaning her rump and was now busy
cleaning the smear she’d left on her leg. With a snap of the master’s fingers,
the potty and the mess disappeared into thin air as quickly as it had appeared
in the first place.

“Now,” he
continued, reveling in their embarrassment, “Ms. Stern, you need a fresh
diaper, so you stay here while we get that ready for you.”

Maggie sulked and
pouted, but simply nodded sullenly in response. The messy mudslide in her
diapers had effectively taken the fight out of her… for the moment anyway.

“You too, Ms.
Philips,” he said to the sobbing Brittany. “The rest of you are free to return
to the living quarters for the evening… and might I suggest a shower, ladies?
You’re beginning to smell a bit ‘off,’ if you know what I mean,” he chuckled,
delighted with his own wit.

Destiny, Lucy,
and Alice took the opportunity without hesitation. A maid appeared to lead the
way, and they shuffled off slowly behind her, trying to minimize the movement
of their derrieres to avoid squishing the poopy loads any further.

Once they were
gone, the master reached into a nearby chest and removed a wide plastic mat,
which he spread out on the floor. Making eye contact with Maggie, he pointed
firmly to it without saying a word.

For a moment she
simply stared uncomprehendingly. Then, all at once, his intentions came clear
to her, and she turned pale. She looked up into his face pleadingly, and knew
that he was absolutely serious. This… this bastard intended to give her a dirty
diaper change!

“… But…” she
began piteously, her voice high and whiney at the injustice of it.

“Right now young
lady,” he said sternly.

Maggie pouted and
whimpered and stamped her foot, but the master didn’t budge an inch.
Reluctantly, she lowered herself to its plastic surface, nearly retching when
she felt the load squishing under her now Kardashian-esque booty, spreading
across her cheeks and oozing up her crack. She realized, with some small
satisfaction, that the Master was going to have his work cut out for him
getting her poopy tushy clean again. Watching him gather supplies from a
cabinet, she spitefully planted her entire weight onto her rump and wriggled
her cheeks in the muddy mess, squishing it around as much as possible. Part of
her knew it was childish and pathetic, but she was desperate to maintain a
certain level of defiance… she still had her principals, after all, poopy
diapers or not.

“OK,” he said,
setting the supplies nearby and taking a spot between her legs, “let’s check
the damage.”

He undid the
tapes and folded the front of the diaper down, whistling as the mess came into
view. The load itself had been massive and mushy to begin with, but Maggie’s
squishing and grinding had spread it all across her butt-cheeks and caked it
thickly into the crack. The back panel of the diaper had been stained almost up
to the waist band. “That’s a very big mess,” the Master chuckled, taking a wet
wipe and diving right into the job of cleaning her up.

Maggie blushed
warmly. She’d tried to make the job as disgusting as possible… but this lunatic
actually seemed to be enjoying himself.

Then again, maybe
it was just her embarrassment he was enjoying… Maggie pouted and blushed, her
button nose twitching at the smell of her own poop. It did feel wonderful to
get cleaned up, but the embarrassment of the entire situation—being cleaned up
and diapered after an messy accident, and by a man to boot!—was just too much
to endure. She was also vividly aware that the entire scene was being watched
by Brittany, but Maggie knew she had problems of her own to worry about.

“Oh what a messy
baby,” the Master chided her, discarding another used wipe for a fresh one.
“What a messy baby with a big, stinky bottom!” he chuckled, giving her
butt-crack a firm wipe with the cool cloth, making her shiver and blush. It was
a thoroughly degrading experience… all the more when she found herself becoming
aroused. The militantly lesbian Margret was now forced to confront the alarming
possibility it wasn’t just her body that the master had changed… either that,
or she was actually aroused by getting a diaper change… she wasn’t sure which
was worse.

Finally, he had
her poopy badonkadonk cleaned off, and it was time for the Vaseline. “Bottoms
up!” he chuckled, hoisting Margret’s ankles into the air above her, drawing a
squawk of shock and outrage. She fumed when he began working the gooey gel into
her seat, coating each cheek thoroughly, and plastering her butt crack with it,
her toes curling with humiliation when he thoroughly greased her butt-hole. And
through it all, Maggie found herself more and more turned on.

The powder came
next… in her highly aroused daze, Maggie felt him patting it first into her
rump, then lowering her legs to repeat the process on her front. The sensation
was like nothing she’d ever experienced, tangling her insides into a knot of
humiliation and arousal. She’d never felt so deliciously, delightfully feminine.
The arousal was building and building inside her—she could feel herself coming
up to an earth-shattering climax…

The diaper was
pulled tightly between her legs, thick and bulky, the heavy padding muting her
pleasure like cotton in an ear. She gave an indignant squeal as she found
herself diapered again. She gave the Master an outraged look.

“There now…
you’re all ready to go to bed!”

“But…”

“Now, young
lady!” and with a snap of his fingers, she vanished.

When she opened
her eyes, Maggie was in a darkened room. Momentarily frightened and
disoriented, she was blind until her eyes could adjust to the darkness. Feeling
around her, she realized she was seated on a thick mattress, surrounded by soft
pillows. She slowly stretched her hand out, quickly coming into contact with
something solid. She touched it, put her fingers around it and ran them slowly
down the entire length. Some kind of wooden bar, stretching from the base of
the mattress and high above her—higher than she could stretch her arm from this
seated position. There was a similar rail beside than one, and another and
another…

With a sinking
heart, she realized where she was… her eyes adjusted to the dark, quickly
confirming her suspicions… She’d been imprisoned in a giant crib! Outraged,
Margret furiously punched the mattress. How dare they treat her like this?!
Worse, she was still aroused from her diaper change. The physical arousal was
still coursing through her, and the more she remembered her humiliation at the master’s
hands, the stronger it became.

Soon, she
couldn’t contain it any longer… she reached down the front of her diapers and
began to masturbate guiltily…

Brittany squirmed
under the Master’s gaze and that damn grin of his. “And last, but not least, we
come to the very stinky Ms. Philips.”

‘Who’s he talking
to?’ she wondered briefly, before remembering the audience at home. The
realization just made her blush even harder.

“First, let’s
clear one thing up—although you no doubt don’t feel any difference, you’re now
totally incontinent of both bowel and bladder.”

“Oh God no!” she
whined, breaking into sobs once more.

“Oh yes!” he
said, practically cackling with devilish delight, “and now you have a choice to
make.”

She looked up,
sobbing and quivering. In his hand, he held a small, plastic square. She broke
down once more when she realized it was a diaper. “No!” she cried, “please! I
can’t wear that!”

“I can’t make
you, of course,” he replied, “but your housemates might not be too pleased with
you leaving smelly puddles everywhere. So now you must choose:

“You can go
without diapers and instantly become the least popular girl in the house. Or,
you can wear the diapers—but you will be unable to change yourself, and will be
dependent on others to do it for you.”

She cried even
harder. This just wasn’t fair! “Please! I can’t wear diapers, I just can’t! I…”
She trailed off, feeling a strange, warm tickling feeling below her waistband.
She looked down and gasped at the large wet patch growing on the crotch of her
shorts. She was wetting her pants!

She grunted and
moaned and sobbed, trying to clench up and re-gain some control, but it was no
use, and Brittany could only stand there pissing down her legs until she was
finished.

She looked over to the master, who stood in
front of the plastic mat expectantly. Inside Brittany was at war with
herself—could she really allow herself to be put back in diapers? And go around
begging changes from people? The thought was too awful to contemplate! Then
again, did she really have another choice? He’d said she could fix herself if
she got won another challenge… and if she alienated the other players by
leaving “puddles,” she might not be around long enough to do that. She had to
go along.

Brittany forced herself to lie on the mat,
whimpering as the mess squished beneath her. She lay back and tried not to
squirm as he pealed her shorts and undies off, depositing them into the nearby
trash. Brittany couldn’t help but think he was throwing away a piece of herself
with them.

She forced
herself to lie still as he wiped her clean with the cool cloth, which she
reluctantly admitted felt much better. She blushed when he lifted her legs to
powder her tushy, realizing she must look just like one of the kids at daycare—and
on national TV, too! It was by far the most embarrassing thing that had ever
happened to her.

Before she knew
it, the Master had her sealed in tightly. Brittany stood, looking down at
herself in dismay… the diaper was huge and bulky and could surely contain any
accidents she may have. But it crinkled loudly, made her butt stick out behind
her, and was way too big to fit under any of her clothes. It was, in other
words, totally infantile, and Brittany realized how ridiculous she must have
looked, even before she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked like
a beautiful, modern 23 year old woman… Except that down below her waist, she
was wearing a massive, puffy diaper… one that looked exactly like something a
baby in her daycare would wear.

“Now off you go,
young lady,” the Master said, delivering a hard swat to the beautiful blonde’s
heavily padded rump, sending her running from the room, diapers crinkling
loudly behind her. He watched her go, a broad grin on his face… And the best
part was… this was just the beginning. He could hardly wait to see what tomorrow
would bring.

END OF DAY ONE

Tune in next time for more spankings, more messy hi-jinks…
and for our first vote, where you, the audience, decide who goes on and who
leaves the show to begin her new life.

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All poor Kymberly Jane wants is to find a place to live, and landlady Clare Fonda's offer seems too good to be true: a clean place in a nice neighborhood... absolutely free! It's not until she gets there that Clare explains the catch: Kymberly must dress and act like a baby for two hours a day-- and let Clare be her mommy! Kym reluctantly agrees... but it isn't long before Clare has her in diapers and cute baby clothes all day long! Will Kymberly escape... or will she wind up playing Clare's reluctant Adult Baby forever? Find out in Surrogate mother! Click here for a preview.

Diaper Desperation starring Alexa Paige

Can beautiful Alexa Paige win my bet by keeping her diaper clean until 5:00? Find out in Diaper Desperation! Check out a quick preview here.

Mommy Dearest: An Illustrated Story

After they're spanked by their snotty, gold-digging stepmother Krystal, sexy 18-year-old twins Chloe and Carrie vow to get their revenge. By the night of her birthday, six months later, Krystal believes that the incident is behind them. She doesn't suspect that the twins have spent the time plotting, preparing, and waiting for the right moment to spring their trap. Krystal's birthday is going to be a night to remember-- just not the way she'd intended...

Diaper Pins: An ABDL Art Book

Ludalla Hahn: Caught In Diapers!

With her roommate out for the night, world renown Pin-Up model Ludella Hahn is looking forward to a quiet evening alone. She's delighted when she discovers someone's sent her a present-- but delight turns to confusion when she finds that the package contains baby powder, a Nuk 5 adult pacifier, and a bundle of Aww So Cute adult diapers! Initially dismissive, Ludalla's curiosity gets the better of her... she can't resist... she has to try one of the diapers!

Ludella crawls on the floor and plays around in her pampers... but just when she's starting to get into it, her roommate pops in unexpectedly! Poor Ludella discovers that going back into to diapers was easier than getting back out again! Check out the full preview here.

The Governess Trilogy

With their parents out of town, beautiful, bratty sisters Kymberly Jane and Veronica Ricci are ready to indulge in a little debauchery. They’re in for the shock of their lives when stern Governess Syren DeMer lands on their doorstep and quickly takes charge. Their parents have entrusted Syren with their daughters’ wellbeing, and she’s going to make sure they walk the straight and narrow, even if it means employing every weapon in her arsenal. If Kym and Veronica can’t behave like proper adults, Syren is going to take them back to basics. And when spankings accompanied by drop seat PJ’s and little girl dresses with matching training panties don’t do the job, Syren sends the girls all the way back to diapers…

Each part contains spanking and age play elements, with all three chapters combining into a 90 minute epic! Check below for info on the individual chapters:

The Crybaby Match 3: Randy Moore Vs. Akira Lane

Which of these beautiful women will wind up in diapers?

This time, it's Ravishing Randy Moore versus Luscious Akira Lane! Watch them go round and round in a savage struggle for dominance, each determined to spank the other into submission. The butts get redder as the shorts come off... but who will wind up diapered for her next match? Click here for details.

Little Miss Smarty Pants

Lina is a scientist working with her boyfriend Alex on a top secret intelligence enhancer. When she impulsively tests the compound on herself, Lina finds her cognitive abilities growing in leaps and bounds. But when she starts having "accidents" without warning, Lina discovers that the formula may have carried with it some unforeseen side effects... can she discover a cure or will she wind up the world's smartest Adult Baby? On Sale Now On Lulu!

Kym Vs. Sinn: The Crybaby Match 2

Since our last match, poor Kymberly, devastated by her loss and public humiliation, has become a whiny little crybaby. She pouts and whines when things don’t go her way… but she’s been training hard for her rematch, desperate to prove her worth. Sinn, on the other hand, has allowed her win to go to her head… she lords her victory over the embarrassed Kym; but she’s been slacking off at the gym– her overconfidence could prove her undoing… On sale now in WAV and MP4 formats. Check out a preview here.

KYMBERLY JANE VS. SINN SAGE: THE CRYBABY MATCH

(Scripted by your humble host!) Kym and Sinn agree to a spanking submission match with an unusual stipulation-- the winner gets to diaper the loser-- and she has to wear it in her next match! On Sale Now! See previews here , here, and here.

XARA SLATER: SPACE BABE

A spoof/homage to blockbuster Sci-Fi Space Operas like Star Wars and Alien, it tells the story of Xara Slater, arrogant captain of the Starship Aphrodite, and her long suffering AI assistant, D.A.D.I. (Dysoncorp Advanced Dynamic Intelligence System). Left without food following a major battle, they are forced to land on an unexplored planet and forage for something to eat. Xara thinks she's hit the jackpot when she discovers a new species of berry, sweet and tasty. But the berries have some interesting properties-- dire side effects that lead to an embarrassing digestive disaster for the young captain, forcing DADI to take drastic measures.

POWER PRINCESS

Arrogant, obnoxious Superheroine and reality TV star Power Princess faces the most dangerous threat of her career: The Wet Nurse! Will Power Princess save the day... or wind up a helpless Adult Baby? On Sale Now!

Prisoner Of the Mechanical Nursery!

Tatiana Belanova: Industrial spy and saboteur for hire. Hired to get the scoop on Nannytech international's automated nursery project, she meets with some unexpected resistance, and becomes the nursery's unwilling test subject...

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